Yeah, it’s a hat. So what?
Posted on 2013.01.05 at 16:11Current Mood:
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Current Music: The Safety Dance - Men Without Hats
I want to show you my favorite Christmas present this year. It is precisely what it seems to be – a simple, unadorned hat. And that’s the point! Allow me to explain.
CC made this hat for me. It therefore fits better than any store-bought hat ever could. She made it because she’s heard me complain for years about my inability to find a hat with two key attributes: 1) That it fits my big head; and 2) That it has no corporate logos, no sports team logos, and no extraneous decoration (e.g., metal bands, hip-hop culture, Hello Kitty, or any combination thereof), any of which would likely misrepresent my actual affiliations and senses of dignity and decorum.
Long ago, I owned a lovely plain gray baseball cap that met all of my spartan criteria. Alas, in a careless moment, I left it atop a Ms. Pac-Man machine in the Cleveland Greyhound station as I boarded a bus to Buffalo. The years since that sad day have seen me sport a variety of logo-emblazoned caps, none of which have reposed elegantly upon my ample cranium. Along the way, I have endured terminology ranging from “pin head” to “short bus.” So this seemingly humble cap has immediately become my very favorite item of clothing. Thank you CC!
CC made this hat for me. It therefore fits better than any store-bought hat ever could. She made it because she’s heard me complain for years about my inability to find a hat with two key attributes: 1) That it fits my big head; and 2) That it has no corporate logos, no sports team logos, and no extraneous decoration (e.g., metal bands, hip-hop culture, Hello Kitty, or any combination thereof), any of which would likely misrepresent my actual affiliations and senses of dignity and decorum.
Long ago, I owned a lovely plain gray baseball cap that met all of my spartan criteria. Alas, in a careless moment, I left it atop a Ms. Pac-Man machine in the Cleveland Greyhound station as I boarded a bus to Buffalo. The years since that sad day have seen me sport a variety of logo-emblazoned caps, none of which have reposed elegantly upon my ample cranium. Along the way, I have endured terminology ranging from “pin head” to “short bus.” So this seemingly humble cap has immediately become my very favorite item of clothing. Thank you CC!
